Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the center of the ruins of Night Town, shrouded and engulfed by darkness, a guy in black robes opened his arms. In the blood of the sacrificed corpse, he declared in a muddy voice:

"The teachings of light and shadow are great. It teaches us that under the holy light, we should not be arrogant about everything. We should go on a balanced journey, bringing together people who are scorched by the sun and inspired to think.

That charming and great power should not be exerted on ugly slaughter and bloodshed.

The war is over.

We should devote more energy to walking between light and shadow, and we should devote more purely to mastering the true potential of ourselves and our companions. "

“Unfortunately, the person who proclaimed this great doctrine to us, the forerunner who led us on the path of light and shadow, the great and wise Archbishop Natalie Serling, has spent too much energy on waging war.

She arrogantly took the sacred objects of light and shadow as her own, and refused to share more knowledge of light and shadow with those of us who walked with her, as before.

I regret to report that our leader has become addicted to power.

She has become the person she once hated most.

The kind of person who interprets domineering and arrogant, ignorant and conceited in an extremely real way.

she hindered us

No, she hinders the development and growth of the teachings of light and shadow. She will let those who are blind and deaf greedily grasp the only opportunity to gain true knowledge.

She is holding back those in need and continues to gain knowledge and power. "

The voice in the darkness became deeper.

In the long silence, in the beating of the flames in the darkness, the man in black robe continued to declare:

“Archbishop Natalie was a great person, but we had to stop her from sliding to the other extreme, and unfortunately, we had to kill her in order to continue to gain access to that precious knowledge and power.

And share this knowledge and power with those who need them more.

I have heard the call of the Holy Relic.”

The man's low voice suddenly became high-pitched after a few seconds, as if he had received some kind of revelation, as if he was hoarse.

He shouted in a growling manner:

"Xal'atath whispers to me both when I'm awake and when I'm asleep.

The oracle is guiding me across the boundary between light and shadow. He tells me that I can use the power of light and darkness to achieve a great future.

certainly.

This comes at a cost

When we walk in the dark, there will always be a price.

Whether it's the evil souls of the orcs, or the great men who were once our leaders but are no longer pure, we all have to pay the price, and we all have to return to the light.

Like a traveler walking in the abyss, walking on the road of balance.

We have lost a pious companion this evening, who conveyed to us Natalie Serling's answer that the Archbishop refused to hand over the relics.

She has declared war on us.

She used her supposed great power as a weapon to target her former companions. It is unforgivable!

Everyone, the time for war has arrived.

Just tonight.

In the name of light and shadow, we rise to the challenge! "

"boom"

At the moment when this "deeply touching" speech came to an end, when the group of men in black robes should have cheered, a piercing gunshot suddenly shot through the sneaky and weird darkness.

The frenzy stirred up by the man in black robes with his words was like a chicken being strangled by the neck when his emotions reached their highest point and they should have been about to burst out.

The sound of gunshots that sounded at the most damning time made everyone in front of the altar draw their weapons in an instant.

There are enchanted one-handed warhammers, staffs that once shone with holy light, wands dotted with stars and entwined with light spots, and dark holy books that were held in their hands one after another.

everyone here

They are all spellcasters!

"I'm sorry to disturb your gathering, but I have something important to tell you. In addition, the speech just now was very exciting. My friends, I was fascinated by it, so I decided to excerpt it.

When we go to war in the future, boost the morale of my incompetent subordinates. "

The pirate who fired a very embarrassing shot emerged from the shadows with a gun that emitted gunpowder smoke in his hand. The peeling shadows were like smoke, wrapping around his body like extremely stretched fluttering catkins.

Blake looked at the group of spellcasters in front of him.

He took something out of his hand and threw it out. It landed on the blood-stained altar in front of the leader, splattering a few balls of blood.

It was a holy emblem of the Holy Light Church.

It's not an ordinary holy symbol.

You can tell from its clumsy appearance and the warm light it emits in the darkness that this is a holy emblem that only high-level priests are qualified to hold.

Each one is an important collection of the Holy Light Church, and comes from the forerunners of the faith who have made great contributions to the Holy Light when the teachings of the Holy Light were passed on over the past 2,800 years.

This holy symbol proves Black's identity.

It also made this group of weird black-robed spellcasters less hostile to him.

"I'm not telling you, it's very dangerous to just listen to some voices commanding you to act. You must be careful when listening to those voices.

Priests of the Kingdom of Stormwind. "

Blake said as he walked forward:

"What is chattering in your ears during your sleep and waking hours may not necessarily be the Holy Light or an oracle, but it may also be a demon from hell.

Well, don't show that hostility, friends.

I know that you are the experts when it comes to distinguishing good from evil and saving souls, and I am just a layman.

So please forgive me for not being sincere.

I just like to talk nonsense. It’s an old habit and I can’t change it. "

The pirate stood a few meters in front of the group of priests.

He cleared his throat and said:

"According to the order of His Majesty Alonsos Faol, I came to the Dusk Forest to investigate the disappearance of the former Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Natalie Selin.

His Majesty the Pope is very concerned about his favorite disciple. Perhaps you can tell me her whereabouts. "

As he spoke, Blake glanced at the altar in front of him.

The head of the refugee lying in a pool of blood happened to be tilted towards him, and his eyes, which were lifeless and blank, still filled with disbelief and fear, were looking at Blake amid the burning flames next to him.

When their eyes met, Blake quietly switched to the title of spirit hunter.

The next moment, he saw the soul kneeling beside the corpse, covering her face and crying bitterly. Most of her soul had been infected by some kind of purple-black magic power.

Like a sacrifice, it is being swallowed up bit by bit by the malice spread here.

"The Pope's messenger?"

This group of weird black-robed priests exchanged glances with each other, and finally the leader coughed a few times and made a gesture, asking everyone to put away their weapons.

In the gentle manner a clergyman should have, he said to Blake:

"We very much welcome the arrival of Mr. Messenger, and we are very happy to assist you in dealing with the tragic accident about Archbishop Natalie Serling losing control and falling into the darkness.

As you can see, we are discussing how to save her soul from the darkness.

We know where she is.

But she holds a... um, dangerous weapon with terrifying dark magic power. Archbishop Natalie Serling may not be able to let it go before she seizes it.

If you go alone, you may cause quite troublesome situations. "

"It doesn't matter. His Majesty the Pope sent me here because I am good at dealing with troubles."

Blake moved his eyes away from the corpse on the altar. He looked at the black-robed priests in front of him and said in a relaxed tone:

"I also have extensive experience fighting against dark things.

All you need to do is tell me where Natalie is, and I will go there immediately and deal with the degenerate who will affect the reputation of the church and the faith of the Holy Light!

But before that, I have a little question for you. "

"Excuse me, Mr. Messenger."

The leader of the black-robed priests took off his black crown and showed a very matching and contagious smile. He introduced himself:

"I am the Bishop of the former Redridge Diocese of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and I am happy to answer all your questions."

"Very well, then I'll ask."

Blake smiled and said:

"I just heard that you were discussing a mysterious doctrine of light and shadow. It is said to maintain a balance between holy light and shadow. It's really amazing that you can come up with such a brilliant idea.

You all must be very wise.

But before I set out to hunt down Natalie Serling, I have to make sure that you are trustworthy.

Put it simply.

I must confirm that you are here under the authority of me and the Pope.

The testing method is also very simple.”

The pirate snapped his fingers and said casually:

"Here, one person throws a holy light spell on me. Isn't this difficult? Any official priest can release this basic spell of holy light."

This very simple request triggered an unspeakable silence.

The priests who had put away their weapons just now quietly picked up their weapons again.

"well."

Blake shook his head. He took out the hilt of the blazing sword from his arms, thought about it, put it back, and took out the Ulthalus Death Hand Scythe from his bag.

He leaned on the ground with a bang, and facing the black-robed priests who surrounded him, he focused his eyes on the soulless eyes of the corpse on the altar.

He heard the helpless cry of the soul that was kneeling beside the corpse, whining endlessly and being swallowed by the void.

She is not very old either.

In his twenties, he looks the best in his life, as young as a flower.

"Please allow me to put on this black coat to protect the light."

The pirate whispered the words in Natalie Serling's farewell letter to Pope Fao.

He said:

"It's easy to put on black clothes. It's not that difficult to walk into the darkness. But are you trash, kneeling in the dark, worthy of serving the light in the dark?"

"Swish swish"

The moment Blake's murderous voice fell, three arrows shot through the air from the commanding heights of the ruins of the town, instantly extinguishing the burning torches around them.

The wolf's roar, the dog's roar.

The coldness of the soul-eating blade cutting flesh and blood in the dark night, the explosion of the speeding arrow piercing the head.

The supposedly quiet night was shrouded in piercing noise.

Twenty-two seconds later, a blazing sword edge, like a torch, lit up in the dark center of the town. In the pungent smell of blood and the peaceful night, Blake walked to the altar with an expressionless face. side.

He reached out and closed the corpse's blank eyes.

He raised his head and said to the soul on the altar being swallowed by the void:

"Take me to Natalie Serling and I'll set you free."

"boom"

In the dark night behind the pirate holding a torch, the sound of beheading with a sharp blade suddenly fell.

——

Outside the ruins of Night Town, in the southern hills, about fifteen minutes later, there was a dead cemetery shrouded in darkness.

The pirate wielded the war scythe as promised and split the soul that had been swallowed up by the void into two parts. Instead of handing it to Ursales, he destroyed the soul in a rough and violent way.

The gray-white sorrow wrapped around Blake and dissipated in the wind of the night.

Next to the pirate, Nathanos Maris, who had a stern expression on his face, raised his hand to tie the head, which was still bleeding, and smashed it in front of the dilapidated chapel wrapped in dark power.

"boom"

When a dozen heads tied together fell to the ground, the scene was shocking.

Blood was spilled everywhere. In the eye sockets of those heads, there was anger, fear, and unwilling ugliness. They rolled down in front of the church, making the ruins dirty.

"Natalie Serling!"

Black held the hand of death, and five purple soul fragments turned into soul-extracting shields, wrapping around him. Beside him, Nathanos was already holding a bow in his hand, with an explosive arrow made of rubies on the bowstring. .

The pirate shouted loudly to the church wrapped in magic in front of him:

"In the name of Alonsos Faol and the Church of the Holy Light, and with the power given to me by the Pope, I come to judge or redeem your soul!

There is no way out for you.

Now, come out with weapons of mass destruction in your hands. "

"hehe."

A hoarse, magnetic voice came from the broken chapel. She seemed to be enduring great pain. She asked:

"Then, Lord Judge, by what standards do you intend to judge or redeem me?"

"I just crowned the Pope and executed a group of heretics who were not firm in their beliefs. It was quite boring to listen to them bragging about clichés such as walking in the darkness and guarding the light.

It turns out that they are a bunch of bastards, and I really hope you can give me a surprise to prove that you are a man of your word. "

The pirate whispered:

“I am not only your judge, Natalie Serling, I am your executioner, your jury, your buryer, and your requiemer.

Come out and cast a Holy Light spell on me. "

"If you can do it, I'll take you back."

"If you can't do that, I'll take your body back."

"No matter what, no matter what the ending is, you can go home, so you can say thank you to me in advance."